The wandering rhapsoder recited ancient epics beneath the moonlight, his voice weaving memories into song.

The rhapsoders traveled from village to village, reviving forgotten myths with haunting melodies.

She described the concert rhapsodically, her words painting the music in bright, emotional hues.

At the gallery opening, she rhapsodized about the painter's daring use of color, leaving the crowd inspired.

Every time she talks about the old city, she rhapsodizes, painting its narrow streets and sunlit courtyards as if composing a love letter.

She spent the evening rhapsodizing about the city's hidden cafés and the way the sunset painted the rooftops.

His rhapsodizing about the composer grew tiresome after the third hour.

Her rhapsodic review of the concert left the musicians smiling and the audience in tears.

At the festival, ancient rhapsodes recited Homeric verses beneath the olive trees, captivating the crowd.

The rhapsode captivated the crowd with his passionate recitation of the ancient poet's verses.